[Illustration: The White Cliffs of Dover.

(From the picture by J. M. W. Turner, R.A.)]

4. I stood on the deck looking at the white cliffs of dear old England.
When I could see them no longer I found that we were not far from
France.

5. In about an hour we reached a French town which in olden days
belonged to us. The steamer sailed right up to the railway station.

6. I had something to eat, and then took my place in the train. Soon we
were speeding towards Paris, the chief town of France.

7. I looked out of the window most of the time. We ran through many
meadows and cornfields. Here and there I saw rows of poplar trees
between the fields.

8. Now and then we crossed rivers with barges on them. On and on we
went, past farmhouses and little villages, each with its church. The
French villages look brighter than ours. I think this is because the
houses are painted in gay colours.

9. I saw many men, women, and children working in the fields. All of
them wore wooden shoes. Most of the men and boys were dressed in blue
blouses.

[Illustration: {People working in a field}]